Friday, October 23, 2015

Friday's Forgotten Books, October 23, 2015

(From the archives)

Heath Lowrance

The Name of the Game is Death, by Dan J. Marlowe

“Forgotten
book” might be the wrong way to describe Dan J. Marlowe’s The Name of
the Game is Death. For hard-core fans of brutal, fast-paced noir, the
book is anything but forgotten-- it is, in fact, considered a
cornerstone of the genre. But despite that, in the fifty years since its
first publication it’s been out of print more often than in, and most
casual readers of crime fiction have never heard of it. For me, The
Name of the Game is Death is one of the essential five or ten books in
the world of hardboiled/noir.

The story: a career criminal calling himself Roy Martin (more on
his name later) holes up after a botched bank robbery, while his
partner sends him monthly allotments of their take. But when the money
stops coming, Martin suspects the worst and sets off to find out what
happened. The small town he finds turns out to be a cesspool of
corruption and hypocrisy that makes even Martin’s twisted morality seem
sane and rational by comparison.

In the hands of most writers, this rather simple plot wouldn’t be
particularly noteworthy, but Marlowe paints a vivid picture of Martin,
not just through his actions but also in a set of chilling flashbacks
to Martins’ youth and young manhood, where all the signs of a
sociopathic personality begin to emerge. And the steps Martin takes to
find out what happened to his partner and to retrieve his money
reinforce him as a deeply disturbed man.

Quite simply, he enjoys killing and hurting people; in one
memorable scene, he’s unable to become sexually aroused for intercourse,
and admits to himself that the only thing that really turns him on is
bloodshed-- in a later scene, he brutalizes a woman who attempted to
set him up, and he’s able to “perform” without a hitch.

So all in all, Roy Martin is a seriously messed-up sociopath, with
barely a redeeming feature-- aside from a fondness for animals. Why do
we find ourselves almost rooting for him? Because almost everyone else
he encounters is a hollow, lying hypocrite. Martin is the only
character who is actually true to himself… much to the horror of
everyone else.

The
climax to Th e Name of the Game is Death is stunningly violent, very
dark, and totally chilling-- not the sort of ending that would cause
you to expect a sequel. And yet Marlowe did indeed bring the character
back a few years later for a book that was almost-but-not-quite as good
as the first, One Endless Hour. In that one we discover that Martin’s
name is actually Drake (which is how he’s often referred to when
discussing The Name of the Game is Death).

More books about “The Man with Nobody’s Face” would follow, each
one a bit softer than the one before, until almost all signs of the
near-psychopathic Martin were gone, replaced by a repentant crook who
now worked for the government.

But lovers of dark, violent tales will always remember him as the blood-thirsty killer calling himself Roy Martin.

I BRING SORROW BOOK LAUNCH

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About Me

Patricia Abbott is the author of more than 125 stories that have appeared online, in print journals and in various anthologies. She is the author of two print novels CONCRETE ANGEL (2015) and SHOT IN DETROIT (2016)(Polis Books). CONCRETE ANGEL was nominated for an Anthony and Macavity Award in 2016. SHOT IN DETROIT was nominated for an Edgar Award and an Anthony Award in 2017. A collection of her stories I BRING SORROW AND OTHER STORIES OF TRANSGRESSION will appear in 2018.